Your Ad Here

Right up front I want to thank Big Fur Hat at iOwnTheWorld and The Radio Patriot for giving my fledgling capitalist pig venture (working name: Broadside Ads; working motto: “we stand behind our messages”) a big, needed boost.
As you all know, I recently launched my capitalist pig empire with the opening of my way cool MOTUS Boutique. If you are still waiting for your official MOTUS coffee/tea mugs, “tea-shirts”, tank tops, tote bags, mice pads or skate boards, I soooo apologize for the delay. Demand has been soooo great for these future collector’s items that we just can’t keep the shelves stocked. I recently appointed Little Mo to Chief Logistics Officer, and he’s already improving our fulfillment process. So you should see speedier deliveries beginning today.
If you just can’t wait for the UPS “Brown Shirts” to deliver you goodies, and are in the DC area, you can come to my beautiful shop  and get a cash & carry discount! My shop is located on the second floor in Big White’s West Wing, in Lady M’s Dressing Room, way in the back of her closet, right next to Little Mo’s desk in my secret sanctuary bunker. You can’t miss it.

Big White: You Are Here 

Big White: I Am Here

 

 

 

 White House West Wing Gift Shop: MOTUS Boutique, of course you’ll need a security pass

Butt I seem to have gotten a bit OT. Today I am proud to announce my new capitalist pig advertising venture. Yes, Lady M and I have formed a joint venture to seize the moment, as we entrepreneurs like to say, and capitalize on her fame as Maxim’s 93rd Hottest Chick on the Planet. No, seriously...this planet, Earth.

I know it may sound funny for the world’s most historic FLOTUS to be getting into something as crass as advertising, butt our poll numbers have us falling “behind” Jimmy Carter and even our former friends in the formerly supportive media are giving it to us in the keister. So MO and I need a little “cushion” (me more then her) to soften the landing.

I had almost forgotten the Maxim Mag historic FLOTUS first (we have so many you know), until Big Fur Hat reminded me with his post: Question: Which of these 3 made Maxim’s hottest woman on the planet list.” 

 

 I Hate Spanish Tarts. French Ones Too. (l to r, Princess Letizia, Carla Bruni, Our Lady of Fat Kids’ Behinds)

That triggered a hard drive auto-search, which produced my archived advertising plan. I then fired off some samples to my secret ring of cyber collaborateurs and the response has been very positive. In fact, one of my collaborateurs, BigFurHat himself gave my fledgling venture a needed boost today in his “Enterprising Blogger” post. Then, I got another boost from The Radio Patriot who says I’m a brilliant wit.
“Enterprising Blogger.” “Brilliant wit.” I like that. I just hope MO doesn’t wise up to this before I get her to sign the joint venture agreement.
And Big Fur Hat’s small people had lots of other great marketing ideas, stuff I could put on MO’s keister for when I don’t have any paying clients. You know, like those un-leased roadside billboards, only bigger.

 
Have a look and see what you think. I do have one paying client signed up, butt that won’t produce any revenue until 2011.

Does the Spanish Eye Candy Make My Billboard Look Small?

First Paying Client: You scratch my back...Well, you know how it goes

Butt I see there are some out there who are doubting that this little troika ever actually got together. To that I say: “Does it really matter?” Take a clue from Mad Men: it’s all image, smoke and mirrors (that’s where I come in) anyway.

Your Ad Here

Right up front I want to thank Big Fur Hat at iOwnTheWorld and The Radio Patriot for giving my fledgling capitalist pig venture (working name: Broadside Ads; working motto: “we stand behind our messages”) a big, needed boost.
As you all know, I recently launched my capitalist pig empire with the opening of my way cool MOTUS Boutique. If you are still waiting for your official MOTUS coffee/tea mugs, “tea-shirts”, tank tops, tote bags, mice pads or skate boards, I soooo apologize for the delay. Demand has been soooo great for these future collector’s items that we just can’t keep the shelves stocked. I recently appointed Little Mo to Chief Logistics Officer, and he’s already improving our fulfillment process. So you should see speedier deliveries beginning today.
If you just can’t wait for the UPS “Brown Shirts” to deliver you goodies, and are in the DC area, you can come to my beautiful shop  and get a cash & carry discount! My shop is located on the second floor in Big White’s West Wing, in Lady M’s Dressing Room, way in the back of her closet, right next to Little Mo’s desk in my secret sanctuary bunker. You can’t miss it.

Big White: You Are Here 

Big White: I Am Here

 

 

 

 White House West Wing Gift Shop: MOTUS Boutique, of course you’ll need a security pass

Butt I seem to have gotten a bit OT. Today I am proud to announce my new capitalist pig advertising venture. Yes, Lady M and I have formed a joint venture to seize the moment, as we entrepreneurs like to say, and capitalize on her fame as Maxim’s 93rd Hottest Chick on the Planet. No, seriously...this planet, Earth.

I know it may sound funny for the world’s most historic FLOTUS to be getting into something as crass as advertising, butt our poll numbers have us falling “behind” Jimmy Carter and even our former friends in the formerly supportive media are giving it to us in the keister. So MO and I need a little “cushion” (me more then her) to soften the landing.

I had almost forgotten the Maxim Mag historic FLOTUS first (we have so many you know), until Big Fur Hat reminded me with his post: Question: Which of these 3 made Maxim’s hottest woman on the planet list.” 

 

 I Hate Spanish Tarts. French Ones Too. (l to r, Princess Letizia, Carla Bruni, Our Lady of Fat Kids’ Behinds)

That triggered a hard drive auto-search, which produced my archived advertising plan. I then fired off some samples to my secret ring of cyber collaborateurs and the response has been very positive. In fact, one of my collaborateurs, BigFurHat himself gave my fledgling venture a needed boost today in his “Enterprising Blogger” post. Then, I got another boost from The Radio Patriot who says I’m a brilliant wit.
“Enterprising Blogger.” “Brilliant wit.” I like that. I just hope MO doesn’t wise up to this before I get her to sign the joint venture agreement.
And Big Fur Hat’s small people had lots of other great marketing ideas, stuff I could put on MO’s keister for when I don’t have any paying clients. You know, like those un-leased roadside billboards, only bigger.
 
Have a look and see what you think. I do have one paying client signed up, butt that won’t produce any revenue until 2011.

Does the Spanish Eye Candy Make My Billboard Look Small?

First Paying Client: You scratch my back...Well, you know how it goes

Butt I see there are some out there who are doubting that this little troika ever actually got together. To that I say: “Does it really matter?” Take a clue from Mad Men: it’s all image, smoke and mirrors (that’s where I come in) anyway.

Miniature Golf for a Miniature Va-cay

For those of you grousing about this being just another expensive weekend photo-op for Big Guy and Lady M, let me ask you this: if this were just a photo-op, would Big Guy have taken TOTUS with him? In order to make executive sounding statements like this: 

“So I want to be clear about this: any delays — by BP or by those managing the new fund — are unacceptable, and I will keep pushing to get these claims expedited,” 

“I didn’t stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night, but I am President of the United States”

And check this out: 3 anchors to hold TOTUS down! Seriously, not good optics, do you think? A little too derivative of a bondage and slavery motif I think.

So let’s review our va-cay so far:

 Putt-putt golf: no photo-op here (and no oil)

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Obligatory father-daughter dip in the crystal clear waters of the gulf. Paparazzi still upset that they couldn’t get any bare, waxed chest shots to put on the cover of Newsweek – are they still around? Butt Big Guy was under direct orders from Lady M: no bare-chested photos. It’s hard enough to keep the boyz away.

Lady M passed on this photo-op. What a relief. I can see the Fox troll headline now: “Pork Brining in the Public Trough.”

(PS. No oil)

 

Here’s Big Guy’s salute to any Christians who might have been offended by the Ramadan iftar dinner endorsement of the Ground Zero Mosque (GZM).

I don’t know what’s going on here, and I don’t think you want to. I’m just impressed that BO can still manage to get his arms around MO. Sort of.

A hole in one! I report. You decide.

 

And look here! Wee Won 2 seems really happy for a change! Either she was instructed to smile every time she heard a shutter click, or we’ve gotten to the bottom of her unhappiness: sibling rivalry. And by the way, isn’t that dress pretty as a princess? Sasha’s, not MO’s. Where the heck was this pretty, little girl-like frock when we had lunch with the King?

Take that, Malia!

 

I can’t explain this: possibly a containment system failure of some kind. The investigation is ongoing.

This one was billed as a “round table” discussion with local officials. Heh. Looks more like round pegs, square hole to me.

Well I better run, we have a bit more marination to do before we can get out of here.

When Snarks Attack: 9

To celebrate Big Guy finally plugging the damn hole, we are actually going to deliver another historic first: keeping a promise! That’s right, we are going to keep our promise to take the whole family (minus Wee Won-1) to the oil soaked Golf Coast for a brief vacation. And believe me, we need a vacation, because plugging the damn hole was harder than stopping the oil leak.

Finally. We’ve Got That Damn Hole Plugged!

So, because I’m in a celebratory mood, and because my super-secret nominating committee finally completed it’s work this afternoon, I am proud to announce the nominees for July’s coveted Golden FLOTUS.

In July, we set another historic record with over a gazillion snarky comments posted. If only our Obam-Economy were growing so fast. So many snarks are flying in that I’m going to have to put in a requisition to hire a super-secret-pre-screening committee to review the snarks. I think I’ve got a shot at it, after the dismal jobs report the other day, because Big Guy’s still got a sack full of stimulus-Benjamins, and I specified SEIU “members only” in the job qualifications. I’m starting to figure out how to get things done around DC.

Once again, it was very hard to narrow the choices down to a manageable “baker’s dozen.” One of my super-secret nominating committee members, who is a teacher, suggested that we just follow “new school” guidelines and declare everyone a winner. But really, if I just deemed all of you wonderful snarkers  valedictorians of class 9 and gave everyone a Golden FLOTUS, it just wouldn’t mean much would it? I guess I’m just old school. Did I mention that I have a new vacancy on my committee?

Anyhoo, I am here to do the hard work that Americans and illegal Mexicans aren’t willing to do. And just because it’s hard, and requires tough choices, I’m not going to blame George W. Bush (besides, I like W, and I miss him). So, without further adieu, and in alphabetical order, I present with pride, your July, 2010 Nominees for the coveted Golden FLOTUS:

When Snarks Attack-9 Nominees

July, 2010

 

Anonna: "Get Your Chakra On: For Free, Dog!"

“I thought the Inaugural gown had a pretty skirt, but the bodice looked like someone put MO in a plaster body cast and rolled her in shredded coconut before the plaster dried.”

Cherie: "Call 911! Call 911!

“I don't want to be within a mile of her when one of her outfits blows. It's gonna be like a suicide bomber detonating her vest.”

Cripes Suzette: "We’ve Got Our MOJO Working Now"

“ I like to amuse myself by running her remarks through an online tool that estimates number of years of education that a person needs to be able to understand them. This block of text clocks in at about 6.7.
Princeton and Harvard owe  SOMEONE a refund. “

forkarrie: "A Broadway Celebration of the O’s"

“I cannot believe the length of those pants! She cannot possibly walk in them without tripping. Was she transported in? “

Janice: "One Leak We Did Plug"

“Laura is a rare Prime Rib
MO is an overdone broiled liver (without even onions to soften the blow)”

Jules: "We Visit the Treasury with Our Own Bag"

“At least she did not show off her guns again (there, I found something good to say for the day!)...BTW, her wighat is definitely a better look than going au naturel.  Wow, two compliments in one comment, someone please stop me :) “

Kate: "The Waters Parted, the Cap was Seated, and Behold ..."

“I'm so traumatized by the ice cream eating scene ... Mrs Obama's legs are widely spread, she's hunched, she's face down into the dish, and that poor man is catatonically staring off into space.
That scene looks like mental institution patients' day-out at the mall.”

Lynn II: "Get Your Chakra On: For Free, Dog!"

“I felt that way a day or two ago. It's not easy being snarky when we're all wee wee'd up over the insanity of this current Imperial Pair.
Just keep saying.....I can see November from my house...”

MichelleIndependent: "A Honeymoon Begins, A Honeymoon Ends”

“TMI!! TMI!!
Ix-Nay on the Va-jay-jay during Va-cay-cay!”

MJ: "The Waters Parted, the Cap was Seated, and Behold ..."

“White see-through pants and no camel toe.  Wait, is that a jockstrap I see?”

Radegunda: "The Apron’s Red Glare-Updated for Mileage”

“Oh, come on, folks. You know she's an elegant, classy style icon. If you don't agree, you're a racist.”

Sine Qua Non: "Ball Park Wieners and Other Design Giants”

“No FLOTUS has ever looked like an overserved transvestite at last call.
Seriously, drag queens can party into the wee hours with more elegance.”

srdem65: "Keel Hauled, Stem to Stern"

“If they weld her initials right next to the ID number and the tonnage she might not like that.
Does one say one is attending a 'keeling'?  sounds suspiciously like a Mexican vendetta to me. “

Congratulations to this month’s nominees and to the smaller people who missed by a hair. Polls will remain open until 12:59 PM EST, Monday August 16 or until some thugs from the New Black Panther Party show up at my server.

I know many of you just voted last week in your state’s primary for one or more of our “yes” men or women, so I hope you are not poll weary.

Voters of All Ages Voting Chicago Style

And remember, here, as always, Chicago rules apply: so vote early, vote often, and may the best, or most heavily financed snark win!

Chicago Rules in Philly

I Came For the Waters: I Was Misinformed

Well we’ve been here in Florida for over 2 hours now, so that’s about 1/3 of the time we’ve allotted for this nano-vacay. Haven’t hit the Gulf or the Golf yet, butt I expect we will soon. Wee Won-1 lucked out and is still at her sleep-away camp, so she’ll miss the photo-op marination in the Gulf.

We chose blue with big bows for our historic arrival (MO shall return), with our spring growth pulled into our signature topnot out back, an armload of plastic bracelets, paired up with our comfortable, Big Guy embiggening, chartreuse flats. Talk about fashion forward, who else would pair Royal Dutch blue with chartreuse? Really, I want to know.

First stop was a Coast Guard station, where Big Guy confirmed that he had plugged the damn hole, assured the whole world he was on the job:

“I made a commitment in my visits here that I was going to stand with you not just until the well was closed, and not just until the oil was cleaned up, but until you have fully recovered from the damage that's been done...”

You Big Guy-O-philes will note that he said he was going to “stand with” them, not “grab a mop and help clean up the mess.” And from what I’ve seen, there’s still some cleanup needed.

Tar Balls – Not BoNuts

We let “Cheesy Chuckie” Crist share the stage with us for a moment, because he ditched his old R-word pals and promised to call Big Guy  “the Gulf’s savior.” But just like everything else that has been handed to him on a platter, Chuckie botched it and just said “God bless him.”

We all gasped a bit when BO deemed the Gulf waters “"clean, safe and open for business." I’m not sure if by that he means open for our business (oh Lord, please don’t let it mean that! ), or if that gives us a pass. I’m guessing it’s the later, because what could be better than having the Won deem the waters to be pure? Besides, plenty of opportunities for photo-ops elsewhere.

Motorcade is waiting, and we’ve only got another few minutes left in our dream vacation in the Gulf.

Bye for now.

UPDATED: WITH BUTT SHOT

Pressing question of the day: what kind of containment system did we use?

Holy Moses, It’s Rama-dama-ding-dong Time

So, I guess you’ve heard that we had a special iftar dinner tonight to end our Big White day of Rama-dama-ding-dong fasting. In honor of the start of the holiest of the 1000 or so holiest months in the mysterious mooselim calendar, we fasted from right after our 6:15 PM snack (we have issues with our our blood sugar) until our 7:30 PM iftar dinner.

I’ll admit, our snack today was a bit heartier than normal because chef showed us a preview of the iftar menu:

Medjool dates. Not Bo-nuts.

• dates
• kitchen garden green salad
• spiced Marcona almonds
• Charlie’s honey vinaigrette
• organic chicken
• late summer peas
• kataifi wafers
• oranges and lemon sorbet

 

 

Whoa, there’s way too much yellow and brown food on this menu! I think Lady M is going to consider tonight’s meal more of a “cleansing” diet prior to the “touch-and-go” vacay on the Gulf Coast. Butt it should leave us in tip-top shape for consuming all that oil marinated seafood we’ll have to pretend we’re enjoying.

Fortunately, Comfy has been around the Big White kitchen long enough to know that this is going to be a “lobster and beluga canapé, Kobe slider, French fries and Cheetos midnight snack night.” MO’s refrigerated footlocker is already stocked with Dom.

Big Guy’s usually on autopilot for these little dinners we have to throw, but tonight he seemed genuinely excited and engaged. Maybe he likes dates. He made a special point earlier in the day to set the right tone for tonight when he told everyone, completely off the cuff - without even so much as an assist from TOTUS – about the meaning of Ramadan:

“These rituals remind us of the principles that we hold in common, and Islam's role in advancing justice, progress, tolerance, and the dignity of all human beings.

Ramadan is a celebration of a faith known for great diversity and racial equality.  And here in the United States, Ramadan is a reminder that Islam has always been part of America and that American Muslims have made extraordinary contributions to our country.”

Even after a third tier scan of my hard drive, I could not find a single mooselim who came over on the Nina, the Pinta or the Santa Maria. Butt I found oodles of examples of his other points:

Muslim Advancements in Justice, Tolerance and Human Dignity

H/T  iOwntheworld

“Advancements in progress” was a little more difficult, butt I found this:

Advanced Muslim All Wheel-Drive Hybrid SUV

And this one, that Hub sent me just a couple days ago: now that is a magic carpet ride.

 New NASA/Muslim Space Shuttle “Prophet”

After several more passes, I still couldn’t find any examples of mooseslims’ “extraordinary contributions to our country.” So I finally just tried Googling it and I got this back, sub-titled “urban renewal.” Butt I’m pretty sure it wasn’t what Big Guy was talking about.

Muslim Contribution: Clearing Site for New Mosque in NYC

On the other hand, he did tell our guests at the iftar dinner tonight:

"But let me be clear: as a citizen, and as president, I believe that Muslims have the same right to practice their religion as anyone else in this country. That includes the right to build a place of worship and a community center on private property in lower Manhattan... This is America, and our commitment to religious freedom must be unshakable..."

I don’t know: It doesn’t look like religion to me. And I don’t see any other religions practicing this way. And if that’s how they practice, I’d hate to see the real thing.

The Summer of Our Recovery

We would have left tonight for our fun-filled weekend on the Golf Coast, but first we have to ram a Ramadan meal into tonight’s Big White schedule. It’s in celebration of all of Islam’s contributions to America (in addition to that urban renewal project in lower Manhattan).  So we can’t leave till morning.

Here’s the rundown. Saturday morning: departure on Air Force Won for Tyndall Air Force Base in order to summarily execute Lady M’s commitment to the little people of Panama City to return and promote tourism in their pathetic-excuse-for-a-vacation  coastal town.

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Then we meet for a roundtable with area small business owners and elected officials to discuss the recovery from the BP oil spill, in order to demonstrate both Big Guy’s and Lady M’s sincere and heartfelt concern for their white-plight. Butt seriously, what else is there to discuss? Big Guy already plugged the damn hole.

Then we’ll have some lunch, ice cream, photo-ops, dinner and nightcaps. Then, after brunch on Sunday, all aboard Air Force Won for our return to D.C. for a very busy week of packing for our real vacation coming up on the Vineyards.

Meanwhile, the economic news hasn’t been exactly great this month.The unexpectedly high loss of jobs in the private sector (131 thousand!) led to a cautionary warning to expect higher job losses in the coming months. That can only mean that someone on the team has stopped listening to our Pollyanna sycophants and instead has been talking to someone who knows what’s going on. That’s unlikely to last.

Hardhats now being issued for the road to recovery

Pending home sales also unexpectedly fell in June. We don’t know why our Pollyanna’s were surprised by that one, since we stopped making you pay the down payment for people who still can’t afford to buy homes (aka,”first time home buyer tax credit,” )  at the end of May.

Bankruptcy filings were also up 9%  and are now on pace to set a historic record topping 1.6 million by yearend. Meanwhile consumer spending is down, as is personal income. Hmmmm. Let’s see if we can connect the dots. Personal income, down; personal bankruptcies up: stalled consumer spending? I’m not sure that makes sense: shouldn’t they have gone out and run up their credit cards before filing for bankruptcy? That’s what we were expecting.

And then, factory orders dropped 1.2%, while GDP growth dropped 65%.

Chocolate/Vanilla double dip. Ummm, ummm, ummm! 

Oh, oh! All this has fomented talk of a double-dip recession and long-term deflation. This is not good news. Not for Wall Street, Main Street or K-Street. And according to our polling, our “Just Blame Bush” defense is running out of steam too. But not to fear. Big Guy has found someone new to blame: Europe. From the WaPo:

When Obama spoke Wednesday in the East Room about American manufacturing, he placed the inflection point at "last spring," when he said "events in Europe roiled the markets and created headwinds for our economic recovery."

  Big Guy reacts to the breaking of an ill-wind 

Well, I think I’ve located the locus of that ill-wind in the person of one Nile Gardiner from the U.K. Telegraph. You may remember him, he’s the one who previously wrote that the O’s presidency resembles a modern-day Ancien Régime? Well, today he’s come up with a list of why Big Guy’s popularity ratings keep falling, or as the Brits might say “not so much falling, as plummeting.” See for yourself, from know-it-all Nile’s column:

The top 10 reasons for Big Guy’s epic plunge (Per Niles, the ill-wind from Europe):

10. The Obama presidency is out of touch with the American people

9.Most Americans don’t have confidence in the president’s leadership 

8.Obama fails to inspire 

7.The United States is drowning in debt 

6.Obama’s Big Government message is falling flat 

5. Obama’s support for socialised health care is a huge political mistake

4. Obama’s handling of the Gulf oil spill has been weak-kneed and indecisive

3. US foreign policy is an embarrassing mess under the Obama administration

2. President Obama is muddled and confused on national security

1. Obama doesn’t believe in American greatness

‘Nuf said, Niles. Now take your ill-wind and go away.

Here’s the problem: when Big Guy said this was going to be the Recovery Summer, you all probably thought he meant “economic recovery.” Butt what he really meant was “Michelle and I are going to spend the summer recovering from all the heavy lifting and sacrificing that we’ve done in our first historic 15 months in office.”

Martha’s Vineyard: get ready, because here we come!

 Road to recovery on Martha’s Vineyard

Performance Reviews: Clowns to the Left of Me

It looks like the constantly chattering heads have finally put our well-deserved Spanish vacay behind them. I credit Ms.NBC’s Ed Shultz for zippin’ the lips of these nattering nabobs of negativity. My reliable source, Thomas Charles Stewart III, Tweeted me this Newsbusters report on “Sgt Shultzie’s” outrage:

“... absolutely disgusting ... I've never, ever seen a story like this where the first lady is criticized... but she's not on the golf course 119 times the way John Boehner is...”

Huh? He’s never seen first ladies criticized?  Or used as the butt of inappropriate jokes? And who is it that plays a lot of golf? Sheeze Shultzie - a guy in your line of business should spent a little more time keeping up with the blogs.

CHANGE OF TOPIC: Finally a bit of good news around here:

First Lady Michelle Obama, despite her controversial jaunt to Spain last week, remains one of the country’s most-popular political figures. Half of Americans feel positively about her, while 19% feel negatively. . . She is more well-liked than her husband (by a four-point margin), the tea party movement (by a 20-point margin), the GOP (by 26 points), and House Speaker Nancy Pelosi (by 29 points).

Lady M: more loved than Fancy Nancy and Tea Parties

And now I think you can add Gibbsy to the list of people she’s more popular than. Whew! The “Hard” Left is all over him for his “inartful” (which is to say “honest”) comments about them being unreasonable, unrealistic and bothersome. And don’t worry, despite Alan Grayson’s “inartful” comment that Gibbsy “is in so far over his head he’d have to reach up to touch his shoes” Bobby’s not going anywhere. Nor is anyone else around here, no matter how far they have to stretch to touch their toes. So let’s just put all that to rest.

Gibbsy:  permanent assistant to the light-bringer

But even with all the good news, I’ve just got to ask:WTH is this?! In the HuffPo, of all places!!!

First we have someone talking out of school:

The Obama team determined that if her image were not changed she would become a dangerous liability to the then presidential candidate. The campaign needed to quash the spreading frame of Michelle as an "angry black woman" and do it fast.

Next we get an expose on Lady M’s transformative process:

Michelle Obama underwent a painstaking transformation to recreate her image. She not only successfully shed the "angry black woman" descriptor, but she became the modern day Jackie O. Michelle O. actually seemed to surpass the qualities of Jackie O. Not only was she feminine and smart, but she also had a firm grasp on the realities and hardships of everyday Americans because she herself had experienced them. The success of her recrafting was such that even her gaffe about "For the first time in my adult lifetime, I'm really proud of my country ... " was forgotten in the happy, feel-good, Gap-chic image that was established.

  Lady M, modern day Jackie O, no longer angry

Regarding that last part, about her being “proud of my country” for the first time: I can reliably report that there are still a few MOL’s out there who have definitely not forgotten about it (and you know who you are).

And then, whoever this crank reporter is,  goes on to criticize our MO:

…The Spanish vacation together with the current Martha's Vineyard outing provide too much fodder for the stereotypes of Democrats as latte-drinking out of touch elites…

Where ever would that image come from?

 

and she continues…

All extremes are bad, but in the current economic and political climate it seems that the tough as nails image rather than the champagne and caviar image would better serve the First Lady and her extended partisan family. The First Lady of the United States flubbed and will either drop off as a role model or have to undergo a transformation yet again to return her to the Michelle O. the United States and the world fell in love with.

Well, I can tell you there will be no “dropping off as a role model” tolerated. We pretty much own the copyright on that. So I guess we’re just going to have to live through another transformative stage. It’s a good thing Lady M remembered to plant her butterfly garden this year.

Apparently we’re going to be needing that metamorphosis effect again. 

                                                                                                                            

I don’t know for certain who poisoned the well with this leak, but I have strong suspicions as to who’s behind this latest hatchet job on Lady M. That’s right. Desi. She’s back in “circulation” if you catch my drift. And we all know how she is with those loose lips of hers.

Desi, at home amidst the stars

And one final item, on the governing front, Big Guy signed another ginormous stimulus-lite bill yesterday, which will, in part, pay to keep at least 160 thousand teachers employed! And here’s why it was necessary, from Big Guy himself:

“In a single generation, we’ve fallen from first place to twelfth place in college graduation rates for young adults. ”

Maybe that’s because they can’t read. Or write. Or add, subtract, multiply or divide. But I’m sure the 160 thousand teachers’ jobs that we’ve created or saved are not the ones responsible for that.

H/T Thomas Charles Stewart III and BillH